Writings

There is something endearing about Taj Mahal. Maybe it’s the name itself, which has come to symbolize craftsmanship of the finest level. Or it’s the grand scale on which it is built. Or it’s the conspicuous status of being one of the wonders of the world.

As the last ray of sun melts into the horizon, the sky changes colors as a chameleon. The clouds do try to bounce off a kaleidoscopic luminescence with joyous oranges, yellows and reds, but the light is short-lived. Twilight brings…

How I found my dream bag In our Italian sojourn, Rome was the only touristy city that warranted shopping. It was the last leg of our journey, so we knew how much space our luggage had, and how much Euros…

On my professional visits to BITS Pilani – Dubai, with whom we are working on a few projects, memories rushed back to me of college days. Ah, nostalgia is my favorite subject. The carefree days of college, when everything in…

This article was specifically written for The Indian Trumpet, a digital magazine for Indians on all things nostalgia. It feel great to have my article featured in their magazine. Thank you the Trumpeters! You can read this article on issuu…

This article was specifically written for The Indian Trumpet, a digital magazine for Indians on all things nostalgia. It feel great to have my article featured in their magazine. Thank you the Trumpeters! You can read this article on issuu…

How often do you hear someone saying, “I’m going to my dentist today?” I haven’t heard that for ages. Going to a dentist is an imaginary sight (not real because who goes there apart from for aesthetics?) wherein the dentist…

Whenever I use the Citron range, I am transported to the Amalfi coast of Italy, where lemon & orange trees are found in abundance almost everywhere. There’s a punctuated essence of Mediterranean summers, its invigorating spirit and youthful candour. The…

So here’s the case of a nose that smells everything, only too intensely. Super smeller. That’s the word. My history of smelling goes a long way. Back to childhood, but at late teenage years I realized that I could smell…

Being a food lover with close to zero control over indulgences and weight gain, there is always a constant battle with guilt and gratification. If I eat something healthy, then the next meal is definitely unhealthy as if to offset…

There was a time not too long ago (some three decades back) when having a phone connection was a big deal. Today, India might be having over a billion mobile subscribers, but back then, in 80s and 90s, even landline…

The noun and definitive article were stuck when verb came for the rescue. They pulled it off quite well, until they ran out of breath. Full stop hurled a red flag to their odyssey. They started again, with preposition and…

Copywriting is such a dreamy job. When I get down to write, I start imagining. What each word expresses. Where it fits in. What am I communicating. How would it be perceived by a layman. What effect would it have….

Okay, the title is stolen from Tornatore’s illustrious repertoire (Cinema Paradiso being my favourite), but here I’m not going to talk on Italian Cinema, but our very own ‘shady’ cinema halls. The now ‘shady’ cinema halls which once were grand…

Since childhood, I possessed a bad habit (rather I have been told that it’s a bad habit) of smelling my food. I have always had that urge to sniff out the spices in my curry to ascertain whether it’s been…

Too many Plan Bs ruin the fun of the intended plan, that gut feeling of jumping off the cliff running. Then why the second thoughts, why the sneaks? Go live the adventure and the glory. Pack maximum punch, put in…